Osozo
"Ascended? That's the term you prefer?" It was so simple, so boring, but if it was what the Voices other children used, it was what Osozo would use as well. "I am... not ascended, but I am of the Voice. I never rose above an earlier form." There's a smile on their face like this should all be obvious, though it's not necessarily mean, simple bemused by it all.
The name is accepted with a nod, Osozo literally rolling it around in their mouth before repeating it. "Ssssamuel." It's not overly fun to say, doesn't buzz in the same way as their own name, but it's not bad either. "Did you choose it yourself? Or was it given to you?" The questions come faster than anything, the demigod leaning in almost imperceptibly with every word. "I am Osozo. I chose it" The introduction is all but an afterthought, after the onslaught of what came before.
The name is accepted with a nod, Osozo literally rolling it around in their mouth before repeating it. "Ssssamuel." It's not overly fun to say, doesn't buzz in the same way as their own name, but it's not bad either. "Did you choose it yourself? Or was it given to you?" The questions come faster than anything, the demigod leaning in almost imperceptibly with every word. "I am Osozo. I chose it" The introduction is all but an afterthought, after the onslaught of what came before.
H I G H F U N C T I O N I N G F L E S H
